The Beast’s Blood Boils

I don't know how long it has passed, but the intermittent piano sound was heard again in the studio.

　　 Even if it is heard by the housekeeper, those playing sounds cannot be called music. Not only do I often stop at inexplicable places, but often there are only two or three bars or even shorter. No one can hear what Miss Bergman wants to express, but everyone knows that just repeating similar performances is meaningless.

　　 Suddenly, the female composer's hands were slapped heavily on the piano keys at the same time, and there was a deafening noise. "I'm working! Don't stick there like a pillar! Is there nothing else you can do except distract me?"

　　 Dess, wrapped in a black cloak, stood quietly in the unobtrusive corner by the door of the studio in the direction where she burst of anger. "Please forgive me for being uninvited, Miss Bergman. You have disarmed the magic warning device of the entire villa, which will pose a serious threat to your personal safety. Especially when your eyes are inconvenient, you do so. It's too dangerous."

"No one will specifically come to my disadvantage for such a blind man! Thieves will never patronize here, even if they come, they will not gain anything. Put your rigid and disgusting caution and put it away for me!" Bergmanhao Retorted unceremoniously, but at this moment, she did not move half of the position, she was still sitting firmly in front of the piano, and she didn't even bother to twist her head back.

　　 "I'm very sorry for interrupting your creation!" This is the words left by the housekeeper before leaving. "Please don't mind me, just continue your creation."

　　 So, when the housekeeper took the bucket and walked towards the garden again full of perfumed hyacinths, the bounce notes echoed again throughout the villa.

　　 The two suns are still hanging high in the sky of the demon world. The originally ill flowers and plants finally regained a little vitality under the moistening of some clear water sprinkled by the housekeeper. From time to time in the town, people pass by the villa, occasionally curious people point to Deiss's tall figure, and others are quietly talking about what kind of existence is hidden under the large black cloak.

　　 All of this is untouched by the auditory system of the Robot Butler, but he does not focus his attention on these boring places. Dess; Mond is just working on watering and irrigation, occasionally he raises his head and stares at the direction of the studio, as if he is confirming the owner's safety.

　　 There are still simple notes in that direction from time to time. Occasionally, hummingbirds that have been hovering in the flowers for a long time fly by.

　　 Often at this time, the harsh sound of both hands falling on the keys of the piano will sound again.

　　 Miss Lich’s creation is still stuck in a bottleneck state, even though she doesn’t know what her housekeeper is doing at this time. A ray of sunlight projected in from the bright window, shining on the especially thin and helpless figure in front of the piano.

　　 Bergman hung his head feebly and sat in front of the piano without moving for a long time.

　　 At the long dining table in the restaurant, Miss Bergman sat on the main seat and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner with slow movements. On the gorgeous Smyrtle tablecloth in front of her, there are several dishes that have only been touched by a knife and fork once or twice. The bureau steward was still wrapped in a cloak standing behind her.

　　 These dishes are naturally cooked by the housekeeper, and his memory core is also infused with chef-specific information including cooking techniques. In the first few days, Miss Bergman did not give up any chance to accuse him. However, this kind of life did not last for many days. After all, even if Deiss was mechanical, its stability and fine control ability as an excellent fighter still showed its best. As long as it is a meal cooked in strict compliance with the data process, it will always be better than the blind Bergman. The lady made it herself is much better.

　　 During the meal, Miss Lich even stretched her arms out, and the wise housekeeper would pass the crystal goblet filled with wine by herself. The purple-red liquor can better bring out the softness and whiteness of Bergman's slender forearms. He sent the glass to his lips and took a sip. The corner of the villa's mistress's mouth curled slightly, but still did not express a half-satisfying attitude. The butler at the agency just carefully put the bottle back to its original position without any extraneous expressions.

　　 "How many people have you killed?" A thoughtless greeting broke the silence of the restaurant.

　　 The organ steward tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a little more question in his tone, "What?"

　　 "I'm asking you how many innocent lives have been taken with your body armed with crystal armor during your service in the Undead Scourge." Bergman's tone was light, with a mockery of Ruoruuowu.

　　 "We are warriors controlled by the lich adults. Generally, according to the relevant laws and regulations of the Demon Realm, we are not allowed to target any silver pupils, lich and other high-ranking nobles. And the long-range troops of both the enemy and ours usually do not have direct intersection with us."

　　 Bergman's mouth turned up slightly, "Want to say that I have never killed anyone? That means that all you killed were your kind?"

no answer.

　　 "How many organ hating warriors have you ever completely destroyed? Full body armor, partly dressed, even those primitive hatred warriors without half a piece of crystal on their bodies?"

　　 still did not answer.

"It's so much... so long that it can't be counted? Your hands seem to be covered with considerable blood. One thing I am very curious about is that when you tear apart those of your kind, How did you feel when you sent them to **** in pieces?"

　　 The housekeeper has been standing in place, neither making any movement nor making any sound.

　　 Finally, Bergman, who seemed a little impatient, knocked the knife on the plate hard, "Get out of here, Stitch! The originally bland and tasteless dinner makes you stir up even more lifeless!!!"

　　 "Then, I will retire first, miss." This time the response from Dess was timely. Then the housekeeper lowered his head respectfully as usual, and then slowly backed a few steps away from the edge of the table before turning and leaving at a normal speed.

　　 saw him off because the villa owner deliberately scratched the dinner plate with a knife and fork. "It's a boring fellow!" Bergman made such a concluding statement.

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　　 Another few days passed, and the loud noise from the palms tapping the keys once again filled the entire villa. Miss Bergman also sat down at the piano as usual, without any intention of performing other actions.

　　 Two or three meters away from the piano, there are piles of various musical instruments. There are common ones and some unusual ones. The only thing in common is that they are all made of crystal. These musical instruments exuding all kinds of dazzling brilliance in the sun seem to have been discarded on the floor of the studio. This is a masterpiece of Miss Bergman. The only thing worthy of her attention is the piano placed in the center of the creative room. She spends a few hours every day playing the piano.

　　 The top pianos of the Aegean mainland are genuine and authentic.

　　 The housekeeper at this time is using a special cloth to clean up the musical instruments on the ground. After meticulously wiping every blind spot on the instrument, he will carefully put the instrument in place in different categories. The arrangement of all instruments is as rigorous as the performance of a regular orchestra.

　　 The thumping sound that Miss Bergman used to vent her irritability did not affect his work. Conversely, a few days ago, Miss Lich, who had stated that he would influence her creation, seemed to have become accustomed to the existence of this person, and did not express any dissatisfaction with his act of organizing instruments. Both parties seem to have deliberately avoided the unpleasantness before.

However, when Bergman finally gave up sitting next to the piano and got up and walked slowly towards the living room, the housekeeper’s trimming of the musical instruments seemed to come to an end~www.novelmtl.com~ He turned his eyes on After sweeping through all the renewed instruments in turn, I finally focused on the piano.

　　 Bergman's mood has obviously not been very good, because she even forgot to close the lid on the keyboard and left. Deiss, who found the owner's negligence, walked over without hesitation, but stopped in a ghostly place not too close to the piano. He looked at the eighty-eight keys for a long time, and finally as if made up his mind, he slowly stretched out his right hand made of crystal, approached the keys slowly and slowly, and then tentatively pressed a light Light musical notes.

　　 "Don't touch my piano!" Bergman's sharp voice suddenly sounded behind him. She should have walked into the living room long ago and didn't know why she folded back again, just to see this scene that made her feel extremely funny. "If there is any damage to this piano, even if you disassemble it, you can't make up for my loss!"

　　The housekeeper stepped away from the piano without hesitation: "I'm very sorry, Miss Bergman."

　　 answered him with a cold snort.

　　 However, to Bergman's surprise, the housekeeper didn't seem to leave directly this time, but turned around, intending to say something to her.

"I have cleaned up all the instruments in this creative room just now. Although I was prepared for the necessary repairs and adjustments before, in fact, there are related content in the core materials of my memory. But in the work just now In, I found that every musical instrument here is intact. Except for dust, there is nothing wrong with it. That is to say, you seem to have never used any of these musical instruments. Although I know you are one A piano composer, but don’t you never need other instruments to trigger inspiration?"